So, I was sitting in a little holiday cottage in Hartland Point, Devon a couple of years ago, wondering when the rain would ever stop, when suddenly the gloom was punctured by the tooting of a long convoy of minis passing the front door. There were literally hundreds of them!
Despite the weather, it felt like too good an opportunity to miss, so I grabbed my camera and hot-footed it down to the car park at the end of the point. The minis had gathered, the flasks were out and half and hour later, they were on there way again. Here are a few pics I managed to get.